The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2049

Back in the hospital room.

Charlotte leaned against the soft pillows propped at the headboard.

She casually played her game, occasionally glancing up to watch Anthony taking care of the babies.

His diaper-changing skills were genuinely flawless.

If the executives at The Blair Group saw this, their eyes would pop out of their skulls.

Just then, her phone buzzed.

Opening her social media, she found a flood of messages.

The top one was from Shirley: [Charlotte, congratulations on becoming a mom! I want baby photos! Hurry, hurry, I need to see them!]

She had been looking forward to this for nine months and originally planned to be right by her side...

But she couldn't catch a flight back in time.

Charlotte smirked and replied: [I'll take some for you in a bit.]

The second message was from Stella: [Charlotte, have you seen the news?]

Charlotte paused: [?]

Stella sent a smiling emoji, forwarding the top trending article with the highest engagement.

[Two heirs of Cabinda born safely. Mother and sons are doing well.]

Two sons?

Seeing the headline, Charlotte's lips twitched, a faint, amused smile settling in her eyes.

'What's so funny?'

Anthony asked softly, walking over and sitting down beside her. He cradled Ophelia with his left arm while she fed, using his right hand to tenderly stroke his wife's hair.

Charlotte didn't say a word; she simply handed him the phone.

Two sons?

The moment Anthony saw the bold text, his face darkened instantly.

Two sons, where?

He had a daughter!

The most beautiful daughter in the entire world!

Before either could speak, the phone buzzed again.

This time, it was the family group chat.

Lavinia: [Image] [Image] [Image]

A barrage of photos followed.

In the pictures, towering mountains of brightly colored gift boxes were piled high.

But the moment Anthony found out they were having a girl, he had immediately ordered a whole new wardrobe.

Now, the closet boasted an array of pink, yellow, and purple outfits.

The patterns were adorned with bows or sunflowers...

Each one more adorable than the last.

Anthony stood before the closet, pondered for a few seconds, and pulled out a yellow sunflower dress. He held it against Ophelia to measure.

No, the yellow washed out his daughter's complexion.

He tried a purple one.

Too big, it wouldn't fit her right.

Watching Anthony's serious deliberation, a massive question mark formed in Charlotte's mind.

Was his mental state entirely stable right now?

He hadn't completely lost his mind over having a daughter, had he?

After five solid minutes of agonizing choices, he finally settled on a baby pink outfit with a massive, beautiful bow on the hood.

'Daddy is going to get you dressed.'

Anthony leaned down, gently tapping his daughter's cheek. He dressed the little girl with painstaking tenderness, his voice softer than silk. 'Do you like it?'